Arthur Stringer (Артур Стрингер)

War

FROM hill to hill he harried me;
 He stalked me day and night;
He neither knew nor hated me;
 Nor his nor mine the fight.

He killed the man who stood by me,
 For such they made his law;
Then foot by foot I fought to him,
 Who neither knew nor saw.

I trained my rifle on his heart;
 He leapt up in the air.
The screaming ball tore through his breast,
 And lay embedded there.

Lay hot embedded there, and yet
 Hissed home o'er hill and sea
Straight to the aching heart of one
 Who'd wronged not mine nor me.

1. Morning in the North-West
2. At the Comedy
3. The Wordless Touch
4. The Keeper
5. Destiny

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) War ("There is no picturesqueness and no glory")

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